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Story 2: Legal In Laurier County


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The sun was high in the sky on a hot July day, beating down on the asphalt surrounding a gas station. It was an old building, probably built a good 50 or 60 years ago during the heyday of highway expansion in North America. Nonetheless, a faded sign on the edge of the parking lot proudly declared "LAURIER COUNTY PETROLEUM". The only car in the parking lot was a tired-looking Chevy pickup truck. Not a customer in sight. The only sign that the building was even occupied was a neon "OPEN" sign in the window and the hum of a rooftop air conditioner.

Just then, a little Toyota hatchback pulled off the highway and into the parking lot. A woman wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt opens the door and hops out of the driver's seat. She's clearly a long way from home and many miles away from any other bathroom. Lucky for her, she found this place in the nick of time. She pushes open the door to the gas station and walks right to the cashier.

"Um, can I use your guys's bathroom?"

The cashier was a 40something year old man wearing brown aviator glasses and a button-up plaid shirt. He had some stubble on his face and wore a nametag that said "RON". He was also smoking a cigarette, which is probably breaking a whole lot of safety laws for a gas station. He stared at the woman for a second.

"Yeah, sure. 's 'round back. Y'don't need a key."

"Okay. Thank you!" Phew. Just in time. The woman headed out of the store and walked around behind it. There were two doors on the back wall, one marked "MALE" and one marked "FEMALE". The woman grabbed the handle to the woman's room. Nothing. Oh dear. She knocked on the door, then waited a second, all the while stepping from foot to foot.

"Hello? Is somebody in there?"

No answer.

"Could you hurry up in there?" She hesitated. "I really have to go!"

Again, no answer. The guy said she didn't need a key, right? She hesitated for a minute, then tried the handle to the men's room. Same thing, the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed or how she turned the knob. What is going on here?

Just then, she noticed a white steel panel mounted in the wall beside the door. Huh? She took a closer look. It was a coin slot, like the kind you'd see on arcade cabinets. There was also some text above the slot.

"WASHROOM ACCESS 50 CENTS QUARTERS ONLY"

What the hell? That couldn't be legal. It wasn't where the woman was from. But her bladder wasn't going to give her any time to complain. Annoyed, the woman pulled out her wallet. She was starting to dance around a bit more in front of the door. A little embarrassing, but nobody was around to see it at least. She fished through every pocket of her wallet. Nothing but a few nickels and a dime. Not even thirty cents, and no quarters. Uh oh. The woman also had a $20 and a $50 bill and a couple credit cards. But not one quarter. 

The woman hurried around the front of the store then went back inside, right back to the cashier. She pulled the $20 out of her wallet.

"Hi, um, can you make change for a twenty?"

"S'rry. Can't make change 'less you buy somethin'. Company policy."

"Please, can you make an exception just this once? I only need two quarters." The woman was trying not to hold herself in front of the man. 

The man's expression remained unchanged. "Rules is rules, lady." He pulled out another cigarette from a carton of Marlboro Golds and lit the new cigarette off the butt of his current one. "Can't make 'ceptions. 'll lose m'job." 

Angered, disgusted, and above all desperate to pee, the woman hurried into the back of the store and looked for something, anything, that she could buy to make change. She grabbed a bag of chips off a shelf without even checking the price tag, then hurried back to the counter. She handed him a $20.

"There. There you go, I bought something."

"Thank ya, miss. Change is $17.05."

What? The woman was practically dancing at the counter by now. "I just told you I needed two quarters!"

"Bag a' Ruffles comes out t' $17.05 in ch-"

The woman angrily grabbed a barbeque lighter out of a display on the counter and slammed it down. "I'm buying this! What is my change now?"

"Uhhh... $14.70." The man counted it out. Every coin felt like it took an eternity to be counted. She could feel the weight of all the liquid in her bladder, aching to come out. The pressure was becoming too great. Not here, she thought. For the love of God, don't let me pee myself here...

"Here ya go. Thanks fer stoppin' in." The woman was out the door with her change before "Ron" finished his sentence. She dropped the crap she had bought on the hood of her car and hurried around back of the gas station once again. Her underwear felt a bit damp. Had she leaked? She hoped not. Right back to the woman's door she went. The woman opened her palm and looked at the coins she had been given. Where were the quarters? She desperately shuffled through the coins, dancing on the spot. She found one then shoved it in.

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The mechanism accepted it. She looked through, then found the other! She slipped it in the slot and pushed the handle.

Nothing. What? The woman panicked for a second as she felt her underwear get a little bit wetter. She looked at the slot. The coin return had spit the quarter back out. She took it out of the return and shoved it back in. It came out again. She tried a third time. And, of course, out it comes. She pushes on the door as hard as she can, practically trying to bust it down. She starts pounding on it with the hand that isn't jammed into her crotch in a futile effort to try and stop herself from having an accident. The woman is on the verge of tears. Her bladder is at its absolute limit! Why isn't this working?! Infuriated, the woman pulls out the quarter and looks at it.

It's not a quarter. It's a silver Chuck-E-Cheese token.

The woman's bladder bursts. Her hand suddenly feels warm as pee soaks right through her panties and jean shorts. It streams down her legs, soaking her sneakers and socks. She starts to form a puddle on the concrete outside the door. By the time she's done peeing, her shorts are soaked and urine has made its way to a nearby storm drain, making a trickling sound. 

As the defeated woman walks back to her car, she whips the token at the front window of the gas station. It makes a loud ping sound as it ricochets off the glass. The woman gets back into her Toyota and pulls back onto the highway with her middle finger pointing out of the window at the gas station the whole time.



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Thanks to @Citrus for the story idea!

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